Updated to include mid-day 3 mile #whimstomp, hooray!
So…I’m thisclose to finishing my 6 week NerdFitness challenge this time around. This challenge ends on Monday 6/11 when I report in & jump back on the scale for the first time in ages (6 weeks, to be exact). And how am I doing on those goals, again?
- Revised goal of walking 90 miles, biking 50 miles? Thisclose on the walking goal, at
8588 miles (only 52 miles left to go before Sunday evening!) Biking goal? Only at 33 – but since I’d originally hoped for 100 miles total & have already blown that out of the water, I’m okay with that.
- Strength training 3x a week? Yep, doing that consistently. Yep, have moved up to heavier weights as I said I would. And I have muscles! And intermittent sighting of hipbones! Plus I get to wear my Notorious B.I.G. shirt in the weight room – shamelessly stolen from my son’s discard pile, smuggled out of the house since I’ve been told I can’t wear that – & skeeve out all the young guys who think like my son does as a bonus! (You’re not HIP ENOUGH, old lady! To which I reply in my head: PFFFT to that…)
- Other flexibility once a week? Try at least 10 minutes of yoga daily. Plus dancing. Plus, um, other stuff when
he’s/I’mit’s available. (Yep, #whimgrin continues to percolate along…)
- Staying away from the toxic? Yep. (As long as you don’t count my teenage daughter – in an unbearably amazingly toxic phase right now herself – as part of that goal. CPS might frown on that, you know…)
As I move into the home stretch (with bonus #SheTeen overnight field trip tonight, hooray!), I’m anticipating an ‘ALL DONE!’ report here on Monday AM. Plus bonus pounds lost, I’d guess.
But I wouldn’t mind a little encouragement along the way – especially since I’m unlikely to get it from either one of my snarky children. Especially when my son discovers that even though he expressly forbid it (hah! who bought the damned thing originally?) I’m wearing his old shirt at the gym ANYWAY.
Because I’m both a thrifty mom and hip enough (not to mention a badass), don’t you know…